fog!

Fog
The warm pacific enfolds the land
in her silken robes
like a lover
as mysterious as a Geisha
her embrace so moist
a light touch on the neck of the mountains
tingles with life’s possibilities
and the tenuous sound
of the first sleepy frogs
disappears in her
wispy twisps of hair-like mist
enshrouding the light
under the covers like lovers
her sweet salty perfume
smells faintly of pineapples
But her heart can run cold
from the shoulders of Siberia
she can rage furiously
but here, in the silent still
she is palpable but untouchable
seen, but unknown
common yet mysterious
enswirling the mundane
with her ethereal veil

a bit about friends:

Blanket
How did I survive? All those years now, I realize, how much has been covered without my worry.
Covered by beauty, the hands of friends, unexpected blessing and borrowed strength.
And yet the cold seeps in!
The question seeks answers. Why?
Shiver and wrestle till dawn bids the morn fires. Warm light -- the radiance of His very face! Shadows and worry retreat. But yet there remains those who shiver, 'tis not cotton or wool they need, but the warm reflection of beauty in an outstretched hand.

This one is self explanitory -- it was the day I died (did not stay there long though!!)

Rapture
Moving silently on wings of music,
i blur into colors,
skittering away into the sky
I'm free, free free!
Left behind this earthly reality
No more me, no more you
we blend, becoming part,
becoming whole!
Slowly draining the universe empties
Tasting sounds of goodness,
as impurities burn away
in the presence of greatness,
we dance joyously
for finally,
WE ARE FREE!


My parents... who disowned me. Yes, I WAS a bad son! But made to choose between my spouse and my mother... will be 23 years with my wife in just a few days... and each day we love each other more. But yet... I still love you, mom!

Cast
These old photos, chronicle my life.
But there is something missing!
In every picture there is a shadow,
There, in the shape of you.
How I wish I could feel
Your shadow cross me,
Touching me again,
With your cool, soothing love.
But pride made your shadow shrink.
And I lost it now, here in the dark.
Am I still your son?

(Driving past a lonely farm house one winter night...)

Twilight
Darkness sinks in the fall sky like despair, filling the hollows, extending the shadows. The lonely little farmhouse a tiny island, light spilling rectangularly out. It seems like a child’s unfinished paint-by-numbers on black velvet, a surreal painting by some impressionistic master, the brooding darkness palpable. Mist swirls magically in the moors, obscuring reality in a cloud of magic. The last light lingering like a guest from far away, reluctant to leave, knowing they will not be back, the moment accessible only by distant memory. And yet the moment lives on, seeking to be savored again and again, like a starving man savors the forgotten morsels of a resplendent feast, till at last all that is left is darkness, and a knowing, gnawing ache.

Ah, it is good to feel, think and LIVE, eh?

you have a very deep way of putting things, awesome writings!!!

Ed, I really want to read more of your stuff! Promise me you will post more of your stuff! I like the rawness of your writing -- don't ever stop (that was the best advice I ever got... and I had barely scraped by in every english/writing class... could not spell or write a propper sentance but in a remedial level class a professor saw that I wrote from the heart and said that to me -- "don't ever quit!" Ta hell with form.. ryhthm, rime and meter -- just write what ya feel!
john

I like to read both of your "stuff". You really have something and most really hit a nerve.